"Can you read it?" The old man didn't give the book to Zhan Caixian, but instead asked Ren Baqian.

"Thank you." Ren Baqian happened to be interested in the little Huangwen in this world, and there was no reason to refuse.

Seeing that he agreed happily, the old man smiled like a chrysanthemum: "He is a good person, much more honest than those who obviously want it in their hearts but say they don't want it."

Everyone around me is thrusting. The one who reads Xiao Huangwen with you is a good person? Are the one who visits brothels with you a real brother?

Ren Baqian happily took the book and said politely: "Thank you for sharing."

The old man smiled even happier and praised: "The little guy is good, has a good vision and is polite."

Others don’t understand, but Ren Baqian understands it.

Only those who have experienced this will understand this.

Look at the major forums online, there are trolls everywhere, and any words will be slandered. Everyone is full of hostility. Only 1024 netizens are all "Thank you for sharing, good people, good people are safe for their lives...", with almost no hostility.

So, everyone is a good person.

"Then I'll take it away first? I'll return it to you later." Ren Baqian signaled with the book in his hand.

"If you like it, you can also not return it. If you have the chance to return a new one in the future, you will give me a new one. The sword will be given to the hero and the red pink will be given to the beautiful woman!" The old man was very proud.

However, Ren Baqian always feels that it is not very good.

Swords are given to heroes, red pinks are given to beauties, and little yellow text is given to...

Ren Baqian felt that he could not think about this carefully. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was scolding him. But the old man smiled like a chrysanthemum in his face, and even gave him a little yellow book. How could he not let Lin Qiaole scratch his face?

He bowed to the old man and let Baqian put the book in his arms speechlessly.

"What is in the book? Let me see, why can't women read it?" Lin Qiaole came over and looked curious.

"You will know in another fifty years!" Ren Baqian said. After thinking about it, although Lin Qiaole is good, she may not be able to get married. Maybe another hundred years will be there.

When I entered the village, I could see an old man basking in the sun and watering flowers in the yard, which was no different from the old ladies in the village.

At least I saw someone who was posing in the yard with a pen and drawing, squatting on horseback, with the forearm of one hand in parallel with the table, and the brush in his hand outlined a stroke on the drawing paper from time to time.

This man's every move looked extremely imposing, which made Ren Baqian finally feel that he had a little bit of a master's style.

After all, the people here are the older generation of people who survived the battle back then. Not all these masters are mud-legged. It is not surprising that there are some proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Grandpa, village chief, what are you drawing?" Zhan Caixian jumped into the yard with firewood in a few seconds.

"Draw mountains!" the old man said without raising his head.

Zhan Caixian stretched his neck and looked at the drawing paper, then turned his head to look at the nearby mountains, and said in confusion: "This mountain is a little fatter!"

"So majestic!"

"A little short?"

"This is accumulating momentum, one day it will break the sky!"

"This is obviously a mountain bag, right?"

"This is called seeing that mountains are not mountains. You just talk too much." The old man said in anger.

Although Ren Baqian didn't see what the old man painted, he understood that he could draw the mountain peak that pierced the sky like a mountain bag, which was not an ordinary person.

I just felt that this person was so handsome that I was a soul painter for a long time.

While thinking, he added: "Soul Painter!"

The old man had sharp ears, and his eyes lit up after hearing this, and he laughed: "This little guy is a cognitive person. The most important thing in painting is the soul, the mind, not the form. Come on, come on, let's take a look, my paintings are only visible to those with vision."

"This old man is a divine wheel, a little weaker than me." Lin Qiaole added at the right time, stretched out his hand and gestured, with one hand facing the sky and the other fingers on the ground.

Ren Baqian thought the meaning was roughly: the difference between heaven and earth. But if you say it is a little weaker, what does it mean to be like this?

"Little girl is so angry." The old man almost laughed angry at her movements.

"Today I don't have ordinary experience, so the little guy comes to see my painting." The old man looked at her carefully, then greeted Ren Baqian. Finding someone who can appreciate his paintings is much more important than fighting with others.

"I've been disturbed."

After Ren Baqian finished speaking, he walked to the table with his hands behind his back and took a look, his face very strange.

You are not a mountain bag.

You are obviously a steamed bun, but there is another steamed bun behind it.

There was also a small stone on the steamed bun.

"How?" the old man said with a complacent look on his face.

"Looking horizontally, it turns into a mountain, a vertical mountain, it turns into a peak!" Ren Baqian immediately popped up this poem in his mind. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the peaks and mountains are undulating from a certain perspective.

"Okay, that's right!" The old man laughed immediately when he heard this poem. "This poem matches my paintings, just in line with the artistic conception."

"Is there another sentence?"

“There are different distances, heights and heights!”

"Not bad!" The old man laughed and wrote these two lines on.

Ren Baqian felt that what the ancients said was wrong. Hooligans should not be scary, but they were afraid that hooligans would be educated!

The gangster in front of him is not only a cultured hooligan, but also a cultured hooligan at the level of the god wheel.

The little girl next to her passively looked at a picture of "Looking horizontally into a ridge and a peak vertically into a peak", and was still carefully studying where to see the ridges and peaks in this painting!

The old man then put the brush aside. Seeing Zhan Caixian holding the firewood next to him, he said, "Don't you send the firewood to Hu Qinghua? Are you tired of holding it?"

"Oh!" Zhan Caixian nodded quickly and said to Ren Baqian seriously: "Your poem is so good." Then he ran outside with firewood.

The old man reached out and rubbed his hands on his body twice, then looked up at Ren Baqian and asked, "The little guy is a man from my Taoism, not bad! Not bad! What does Ye Sanbo have to do with you?"

Ren Baqian's mind began to turn around after hearing this. This old man knew a man named Ye from Yunguo? He was at least seventy years ago. If he lived to this day, he would probably be a master.

However, I have never heard of such a person in Qingfeng City before.

Then two possible factors, or the older generation of masters, or the ancestors of the Lord of Qingfeng City, have died early.

Or it is this old man who deceives himself. There are often such plots on TV. If he climbs up the pole and says that he is his ancestor, the old man immediately laughs three times and then slaps himself to death.

After thinking about it, Ren Baqian said, "I have never heard of this person. I don't know where the seniors can recognize it?"

The old man was silent for a moment before sighing: "Is that so? I thought that after seeing an old friend, time went by and things changed!"

"Let's talk." The old man waved his hand and his interest was much lowered.

Ren Baqian felt that he might have thought too much, but he was careful not to make a big mistake. After all, he is in the hinterland of the enemy now.

If it is successful, it will be twice the result with half the effort to pacify this heavenly land in the future.

If someone sees it through, I'm afraid I'll be hunted down.
Chapter completed!